The family hospital wasn't a choice.

Mason sped into the hospital's vast compound. Kira was quickly placed on a stretcher and wheeled in. He knew the hospital director. Quite an old friend of his.

He stopped midway to let the doctors do their thing. His shirt's sleeves were already stained with her blood which had trickled from her head.

The image of her laying there on the stairs struck him again. Maybe because she had Lana's face, he hadn't been so scared in long time. He thought she died there.

He found a chair and sat down, his hand rubbing together, and his foot tapping hard on the tiled floor....